Cretan craniums

the main challenge in Crete wasn't so much keeping people safe while freediving, it was to take a good, non-ridiculous portrait of Greg Borel. I failed spectacularly



though not by lack of trying



hitching a ride there is Remy, who looks like a movie star and is therefor quite easy to take sexy pictures of



though his movements can be erratic



and nobody looks good with water distortion -unless you're distorted already



but i do like to think i captured the dome-like essence of the beauty that is international god of song  Peter Boivie's head



and Stavie's inner (and now outer) cookie monster



talking about cookies, the Brotherhood of the Spaghetti is much in favor of them



but who knew that Guillaume was actually Jim Carrey?



and who knew you could resuscitate a sock?



or at least try -apparently, it's not pleasant



Heimlich maneuver can be pleasant, depending on your position



Jean Paul was getting into potentially wet positions



and our favorite horny monkey Giannis into any position he could -though he seems to have gone from favoring sticking his peepee into, well, anything, to getting his nose into dangerous situations



and his tongue into inexplicable places



the greeks are like that, evidenced by this statue of a butt sniffer



whereas the brits are happy to be anywhere where it doesn't rain



doesn't matter if there are pirates there or not



so when it came to taking Greg's portrait, i was more Clark Kent than Superman



but i did manage to get one portrait that i liked, of the local Diogenes, who took care of all the strays in the town



so only one good, non-ridiculous portrait: that's not a very big number. Here's what Pana thinks about size

Cretan critters

forgot to blog about the fantastic beasties of Crete, but there were plenty. There was your regular beach bum



fleeing from the sun was sergeant Pooper



and the David Bowie of cats



plus this guy you wouldn't want to mess with



lest you'd wanna end up looking like this



then there was the Tom Cruise of crickets



who says hi, by the way



the insects were impressive, not just by size, but also because they made it all the way to the middle of the ocean. This is a mosquito from below in the sea



and we had a brief visit in the blue sea by the blue dragonfly, who sang about how Mrs Blue Dragonfly treated him badly



but i was most impressed -perhaps slightly obsessed- by the swallows, who did this low flyby thing





maybe to practice ringing the doorbell of the ENT when they have trouble swallowing



and then at the end of the day they came to the pool for a dip



fantastic place, Crete, with some fantastic beasties.

moth both

"who are you?" asked the moth
"dancer on air, eater of cloth?"
"fly of dust, butterfly goth?"
"minute bat, or sand behemoth?"
"why chose?" she then quoth
"surely i'd be neither, if i can't be both"

last day in Crete

It was all about filming. A French crew was there



documenting Guillaume's every move





and rightfully so, for he's our golden boy



but then Tranny got all petulant because he didn't get enough attention



so Rémy filmed him too



and on the boat i told him he could have a nice strawberry lolly once we reached the shore, which placated him


picture by Chloé Villaume


but then Gui got all jealous



so we gave him some oxygen, which turned him back into his usual rockstar self



it's strange to see how the TV crew transformed people, though; Tranny became Mr Showbiz



Chloé turned into a man backwards



but Gui remained his cool self



stars are used to the gaze, i reckon.

bubble magic

i accidentally made magic today

a second before it looked like this

and a second after it broke

but for a split second i stumbled into the exact right place, and my little camera clicked at the exact right time.